Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, deuce revolver was my solver
Had a def girl, really wanna involve her
In the of a gangster, use to rob bankster
But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low

Jail cells know me too damn
Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal
No how high I climbed, somehow I always fell
I guess a lot of players got this story to
No matter how cold you roll, you simply win
It's always fun in the but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

crimer, big trouble finder
In and out of institutions, since I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks, in the mix
Crime smarts hard for some new street tricks

I think I'll join a gang, a little cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a
Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, work
Nine to five to survive, you be a jerki

I clock two a day, yet I was born to play
Who me at Micky It wouldn't work, no way
I'm a big money but not the last laugher
For me makes me no autographer

Custody haunts my dreams, nightmares of
of surveillance, phobia of cameras
My banks but so are my fears
Past records proved players limited years

But I'm unlike the rest, known to be the
Fast money, true my eternal quest
I hustle all long, there ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge range, bloods on my chest

I into his face, I thought he was my friend
My boy had me set up, this wound would never
No matter who you trust, you cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Gold rope wearer, neighborhood
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she I scare her
Got a light sunburn too much pool side sittin'
Cordless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no

in a money mode, seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a overload
Young messiah, professional liar
19 Benz, 21 I'll retire

Crazy money, it ain't funny, suckers lovin' my
But some people at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin', doggin' my crib out, shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my

Threw me on the floor, called my a whore
Pulled ten G's out my and was lookin' for more
Cracked my safe with an axe, then out to the max
When they seem my money it in twenty G stacks

me on ten counts, with bails of different amounts
The charges stuck like glue, some that I pronounce
They threw my ass the book, my life wa surely
And they gave my girl, ten years for hangin' out with a crook

She the game herself, fast lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the health
The of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
It's fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,